A Perfect Collection

The door closed. The click of the lock filled the silent room and seemed to hold as a death sentence to the frail and injured blonde politician.

Relena tightened her hold on the sheets, head feeling slightly dizzy as she tried to get up from her position of being propped up by the hospital pillows. They felt more like bricks on her back than those of pillows. Struggling to compose herself like Heero would in a situation like this, she narrowed her eyes into the best impersonation of a death glare. Inwardly, she smirked at her actions. 'Heero would be proud,' she admitted.

"Perhaps we should start with introductions?" The man questioned, absent-mindedly running a hand through his tangled long brown hair.

Relena flinched and withdrew from the visitor when she saw this man could obviously not be a doctor. He had grim all over his hands, unsanitary for his patients and seemed to be a walking environment for disease. He certainly smelled otherwise though, chemicals mixing together to form a sweet, yet slightly toxic fume.

"Who are you?" Relena questioned, pulling her legs up as the man took a step forward towards her. She noted how his hair sometimes hung over his eyes like Heero. She narrowed her eyes, a gut feeling that she had found something leading to things much more.

"My name is Sakui, perhaps you have heard of me?" He huffed indignantly at the weird and confused look that came across her face. "Figures." He muttered mostly to himself as he crossed his arms over his lightly built torso.

"It seems you already know my name." She bit out with venom, not liking this person more and more. When people get cocky, that's when they begin to fall like flies. 'Look at what Romefeller and White Fsng managed to accomplish with their precious mobile dolls,' she glumly added as a second thought.

Sakui chortled, "A bit apprehensive, are we?"

"Well if everyone thought you are a mental case and locked here in a room with an unknown person I think you would be too."

"I think no one understands just what you've gone through," Relena's mouth hung open as she was at loss for words. What was he talking about? He moved towards her as he fiddled with her IV line. "After all it was only an accident that you tripped."

Relena's aquamarine eyes were wide as she stared at the man just left to her bed. "Y-you…!" She scrambled to move, her limbs unresponsive to the sudden command and her actions slow.

"Oh don't worry," He said, lowing his lips to her face seductively, "I'm sure that everything will be peachy-keen when you get to meet up with soldier-boy back at the base."

"H-Heero…" She whispered, eyes half lidded as her vision got blurry. Was the blood loss or head trauma catching up to her. Her fingers twitched, instinctively going to her drip line.

"Uh-uh." Sakui grinned as he took Relena's soft hands into his own, "Don't mess with the medication I just gave you." Relena tried in vain to rip the line from her body. "I would think you'd need your beauty sleep."

"Uh…." She protested, eyes closing as she managed to keep her brain awake for as long as she could. Darkness called in her mind as she felt her soul detach itself from her body. Consciousness was floating away and she couldn't even remember the simplest thing like her name.

"I'm sure that Heero is just dying to see you."

TBC

Author's note:

Randomness: Best of wishes on getting well, Lockea!

Well, someone told me to update this so I did. Okay, an important note to all the readers: THIS STORY INVOLVES THINKING. This is kind of like a mystery I guess.

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